Horton Hears a Who: To Them, We're the Specks
by PotterPhantomKitten
Summary: Two weeks after the "dust speck incident," Rudy discovers a world bigger than Nool, while Jojo discovers a world on a dust speck on a clover. With the Whos and Noolans in each other's shoes, they must turn to a human girl named Cathy to save them.
1. Call to the Sky

A/N: Hi everyone

**A/N: Hi everyone! This idea came into my head several days ago when I was thinking about the part near the beginning of the movie where Horton is talking to Kangaroo at the beginning, and what was revealed about Nool at the end of the movie. Since Rudy is one of my favorite characters (After Jojo of course!), I decided to do this one centered on him! This takes place about two weeks after the movie. For now, this is a one-shot, but if people want me to turn it into a full-fledged story, I'll do so! Enjoy! **

**Disclaimer: I do not own Horton Hears a Who in any way whatsoever. **

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It was late at night in the Jungle of Nool, a time when nearly everyone was asleep, except those few nocturnal creatures that lived there. However, on this particular night, there was one daytime member of the Jungle who was still up and about.

A young kangaroo stood in a small clearing in the heart of the Jungle, a grove of Nool-trees surrounding the area. The kangaroo, Rudy, carefully scanned the ground near the trees, looking for something.

"Yes! Here's one!"

Rudy, who was quite an inquisitive kangaroo, picked up a small lavender-tinted clover that had been hidden in the undergrowth near the tree. He carefully grasped it in his paw, gazing closely at it. He appeared to be observing every inch of that clover, as if he were looking for something.

"Rudy?" a voice suddenly spoke.

The unexpected voice made Rudy jump a little. He turned around and saw it was his mother, Kangaroo. "Oh," Rudy said softly. "Hey Mom!"

"Rudy, what are you doing?" Kangaroo asked her son, "It's way past your bedtime!" Her expression suddenly changed to one of concern. "Is something wrong?"

"Huh?"

"Is something wrong?" Kangaroo asked again, "is that why you can't go to sleep?"

The young kangaroo shook his head. "No, Mom, I was just thinking."

Suddenly, Kangaroo noticed the clover that her son was holding. "Looking for dust specks on clovers, huh?" she asked with a smile on her face.

Rudy nodded as he gave a quick once-over glance of the clover. "Yeah, but I don't see any dust specks on it." He sighed.

It might seem strange that the two kangaroos were talking about dust specks on clovers, but there was a reason for it: two weeks before, a friend of the kangaroos – an elephant called Horton – had claimed that there were people called Whos on a dust speck perched on a clover. Kangaroo, who hadn't believed him, had nearly dropped the clover and the speck in a pot of boiling Beezlenut oil.

But Horton, thinking fast, had told every one of the Whos to shout to make themselves heard, and the Whos had put every effort they could in saving their world. Finally, it took the voice of one Who – the Mayor's only son, Jojo – to shout one single word: "YOPP!" With that Yopp, the Whos' voices were heard just in the nick of time, and Kangaroo had felt horribly guilty for what she had nearly done. She was soon forgiven, however, and had even talked to the Whos herself several times.

"Well, if you do see any dust specks, try talking to them, and they might answer!" Kangaroo said to her son with a hint of a laugh.

Rudy gave his mom a small smile.

"Now come on Rudy, it's time for bed," Kangaroo said as she hopped toward the edge of the clearing. She turned around, expecting Rudy to be right behind her. To her surprise, he was still in the clearing, holding the clover but looking up at the night sky.

Kangaroo hopped back into the clearing, stopping next to her son. "What is it Rudy?" she inquired with a curious expression. "What are you thinking about now?"

Rudy briefly glanced toward his mother then turned his gaze to the clover, then back to the sky. "I was thinking about something that Horton said to us two weeks ago."

"What?" his mother asked.

"Look up at the sky Mom," Rudy said in reply, "then maybe you'll remember."

Kangaroo did as her son said, and looked up toward the night sky. There was a multitude of bright stars, surrounded by a vast, inky black void.

"What if there's someone way up there," Rudy went on as he quoted Horton without tearing his eyes from the sky, "looking down on _our_ world? And to them, _we're_ the specks?"

Kangaroo had opened her mouth to say something, but her words escaped her. She remembered…Horton _had_ said that before, but she had been unwilling to listen. Now that she knew that Horton had been right about the dust speck on that clover…could it be he was right about _this_ too? It was a curious thought, and her eyes widened as an idea came to her.

"Maybe you should try calling out to the sky," she suggested to her son as she stared up too. "Maybe someone will hear…"

Rudy grinned at his mother, a little shiver of excitement ran down his spine. What if Horton's theory turned out to be true? And come to think of it…there _did_ happen to be a large plant right near them that was shaped somewhat like a horn, the narrower part pointed toward the sky. If he called, perhaps a voice would come through that horn-plant from whatever was above them!

Rudy took a deep breath as he gazed directly up at the sky. His heart shining with wonder and curiosity, he lifted his voice to the sky and shouted:

"HHHHEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLOOOOO!!"

That "hello" echoed through the sky until they couldn't hear it anymore. Rudy and his mother waited for a few moments. Nothing happened.

Rudy took another deep breath and shouted another loud "HELLO!" just in case.

And just as Kangaroo was about to say something, a sudden voice made both her and her son jump in surprise. The voice had come from the horn-plant, and it wasn't an echoing of Rudy's shouts. This was a different voice, and the spoken word rang out loud and clear:

"Hello?"

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**A/N: Well, there you go! Like I said, for now, it's a one-shot, but if you guys want more chapters, let me know and I'll make it a full story! Read and review!**


	2. Hello

A/N: Well, as you guys can see from the changed summary, this is no longer a one-shot

**A/N: Well, as you guys can see from the changed summary, this is no longer a one-shot! YAYY! (Or should I say: YOPP! I love Jojo!) Anyway, back to the point: the story has a much more developed plot now, and here you find out just who it was that said "Hello?" in the last chapter! I don't quite update as fast for Silence and Song because…I know how it starts (obviously), and I've already planned how it ends, I just need to fill in the parts in the middle, and I want to make sure those middle parts are good! Anyway, no more needless rambling from me! On with the fic! **

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"Hello?"

Rudy's eyes widened in sheer amazement as he turned toward his mother. Horton was right after all! Someone _was_ looking down on their world!

"No, I must be hearing things," the voice said. "A voice that seems to come from a…" the voice trailed off, then spoke again. "Imagining voices, I must be overtired!"

The young kangaroo quickly hopped toward the horn-plant and called through it. "Hello? Who's there?"

An unsure, astounded girl's voice came down through the horn-plant, clearer then it had been just a moment before. "So…I _did_ hear someone speak! I wasn't imagining it!" When she spoke again, her voice seemed to be in a more casual tone. "My name's Catherine, but you can call me Cathy if you want. Who are you?"

Rudy was almost too excited to speak, but he managed to get his words out. "I'm Rudy, the kangaroo."

"Woah, hold on!" Cathy's tone suddenly seemed to change from bewilderment to confusion. "In my world, kangaroos don't talk."

"Well, they do here in the Jungle of Nool!" Kangaroo said as she hopped over to the horn-plant.

"Wait a minute, who are you?" Cathy asked.

"I'm Rudy's mother, Jane Kangaroo," Kangaroo answered. _Does this mean we_ are _living on a_ – Kangaroo started to think, but her thought was left unfinished when Cathy suddenly asked the two kangaroos something.

"Back to the question I was going to ask earlier…there's a whole jungle on a _dust speck_ on a _sunflower_?!"

Kangaroo and her son looked at each other. They really _were_ living on a speck!

"Yeah!" Rudy answered, talking excitedly. "I have a whole bunch of friends who would like to meet you in the morning! There's Horton the elephant and Morton the mouse and – "

"Rudy." Kangaroo gently reminded her son. "It _is_ past your bedtime."

"Ugh!" Cathy groaned through the horn-plant. "I should be asleep too, but I was just about to go in my house when I heard you shout "HELLO" from the sunflower." She sighed softly. "My mom's always bugging me 'You're 15 Cathy, you need your sleep!'"

"Hey, you're a little older than me!" Rudy called into the horn-plant.

"Rudy," Kangaroo said gently, "We can talk more to Cathy tomorrow."

"Aw!" Rudy sighed, but managed to say one last thing into the horn-plant. "Good night Cathy!"

"Good night Rudy!"

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Meanwhile, on the top of Mt. Nool, the small town of Whoville, normally bustling with activity, grew almost to a standstill during the night. Being nearly 11:00, every single Who was sound asleep.

That is, all except one.

Jojo McDodd, the Mayor's eldest child and only son, was as restless as Rudy was in Nool. The young Who had been up at the Observatory for two hours, brainstorming ideas for new inventions. And despite the time, he just didn't feel tired.

As he made his way through the town square, carrying a small flashlight with him, he sat down on the edge of the fountain and gazed up at the sky.

_We live on a speck_ he thought to himself. _We live on a speck on a clover that's on top of Mt. Nool._ It was a pretty amazing thought, and Jojo sometimes couldn't help being awed by the truth about their world.

It was then that Jojo noticed that right across from the fountain was a small patch of grass harboring several clovers of different colors. Maybe it was just an effect of the moonlight, but the small patch of clovers seemed to be calling to him.

Jojo walked over to the clover patch, crouching down to observe the clovers more closely. He then noticed one of them in particular was different from the others. Among the clover patch, there were several pink, orange, yellow, light green, blue, purple, even maroon-colored clovers. But there was just one gray one. Even more peculiar about it…_it had a small dust speck on it!_

Jojo felt a nervous but exhilarating chill go down his spine as he stared down at the clover. After several moments, he sighed and shook his head. "Come on, Jojo!" he lightly scolded himself, "_you_ live on a speck for goodness sake! There couldn't be people living on a speck on a speck…could there?"

The teenage Who listened hard to make sure none of his fellow Whos were up wandering about. When he was sure that no other Whos were around, he called to the dust speck on the clover.

"Hello?"

Jojo had no way of knowing it, but that "hello" echoed down through the dust speck, on through the clouds, until it came to a town – the town of Tokohar, a place inhabited by people called Tokos. Surprisingly, they looked a little bit like the Whos, only their hands had three fingers instead of four. Their buildings were somewhat shaped like pentagons with curved, warped edges.

Only one Toko had heard Jojo's call, as he was the only one awake at that moment. His name was Harlin, a 13-year-old who was the oldest out of 12 children in his family. There was a large silver horn that stood in front of his house. The pipe underneath the horn connected through the framework of the house until it opened up on the side of the chimney. Whenever Harlin asked his parents why the horn's pipe ended on the outside of the chimney, since you couldn't communicate with anyone from the outside of the chimney to that horn, they just said "You never know."

Perhaps that's why Harlin was so surprised to hear a sudden "hello" come out of the horn.

"Who said that?!" he said jumping up with a start as he looked around. His light gray fur gently blew in the nighttime air as he looked for the source of the voice.

"Wait a minute," the voice said, as Harlin realized it was coming from the horn right next to him, "Did I just hear someone?"

"Yeah you heard me Mr. Strange Voice!" Harlin said nervously. "Show yourself!"

In Whoville, Jojo's eyes widened. Impossible as it seemed, there were people living on that speck after all! "Who are you?"

"First tell me who _you_ are!" Harlin said back in a challenging tone.

"I'm Jojo."

"Fine, Jojo," Harlin said slowly, suspecting this was one of his friends playing some sort of joke, and Jojo was a fake name they were using. "I'm Harlin." He looked at the chimney to see if anyone was somehow on the chimney, but his eyes widened in alarm as he saw no one was there.

"How are you talking to me, um…Jojo?" Harlin asked with a wary edge in his voice. "This horn-pipe only leads to the outside of the chimney, so you couldn't talk to me unless you were somehow up there."

Jojo faltered to say something, unsure at first of how to respond. "In a weird kind of way…I _am_ up there."

"What are you talking about?" Harlin said to Jojo with a huff. "You're not anywhere on the chimney."

"Well," Jojo struggled to say the words that would most likely make Harlin think he was crazy. "I guess I have to tell you the truth…but you probably won't believe me. You're…you're living on a speck."

Harlin stared at the horn for a moment, then rolled his eyes. "Riiight. Hate to disagree with you Mr, 'Voice From the Horn," Harlin said as he made a guesturing motion with his hands. "I live in Tokohar."

"Well, Tokohar's a speck," Jojo said, feeling more and more like Horton by the second. "Your whole world is on a flower in Whoville, which is also a speck."

"Hold it, hold it, time out here!" Harlin said, waving his hands around in a "stop" gesture before remembering Jojo couldn't see them. "You mean _you're_ living on a speck too?"

"Yeah, on a clover on the top of Mt. Nool in the Jungle of Nool," Jojo confirmed. "That's where our friend Horton lives."

"Yeah right!" Harlin laughed, but in a disbelieving way. "For one thing, we are _not_ living on a speck! You're just one of my friends playing some sort of joke! And even if you weren't, how could there be a world above ours and that world is also a speck? You're crazy!"

Jojo glared down at the clover. "I'm not crazy!"

Harlin crossed his arms stubbornly at the horn. "Oh yeah? Prove it!"

"Huh?"

"Prove that we're living on a speck!" Harlin challenged, sure that this hoax would now be exposed.

Jojo didn't say anything. How could he prove to Harlin that his world was a speck? Then he remembered: his flashlight! Jojo turned the flashlight beam to moderate power. "Watch," he said as he shined it on the clover.

Instantly it became bright as day in Tokohar, and Harlin had to shield his eyes from the sudden light. Almost as quickly as the light had appeared, it became dark again.

Harlin's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he fell over in astonishment. He shakily held onto the stairwell to steady himself. "This can't be happening!" Harlin choked out, pinching himself in hopes that this was some sort of nightmare. He started to shake as he realized: this was real. He watched as the light lit up the sky again, and was dark soon after.

Harlin took a few deep, shuddering breaths. He reeled a little bit from dizziness. "It's true," he whispered in shock, hoping no one had woken up because of the sudden light changes. To his relief, no one seemed to notice. Harlin sighed. "I believe you now…Jojo." He said shakily, having a sudden new perspective on his world. He regretted having called Jojo crazy, since he was – for now – the only one he could talk to about this newfound discovery.

"Don't worry," Jojo said in understanding, "we had a hard time believing that our world was a speck at first." He noticed that Harlin didn't answer him. "Are you okay Harlin?"

"I don't know," Harlin said slowly, still shaking. "You tell me, Jojo! You're the one holding the speck!"

Jojo's eyes widened the moment that sentence was uttered.

"_You're the one holding the speck!" _

Harlin was right: He _was_ the one holding the speck. The teenage Who brushed his black hair out of his eyes as he realized how Horton must have felt – the sole protector of a world much smaller than his own. Well, Jojo wouldn't be the sole protector for long. He'd have it easier than Horton, because the Whos knew they were living on a speck. Why couldn't there be another one? But for the night, Jojo was the sole protector of that clover, and the speck world settled on it. He knew he'd have to tell the other Whos about this, and Horton too, but he'd have to wait until morning.

"Hey, uh, Jojo?" Harlin's voice spoke from the clover again. "I have to go. If my parents find me out here this late at night, they'll kill me!"

"Okay," Jojo replied as he picked up the clover and began to walk toward his house. "Good night Harlin."

"Good night Jojo."

As Jojo climbed through the window and walked down the hallway to his room, he told himself that he needed to keep that clover safe. "I wonder how everyone else is going to react?" Jojo said to himself.

Little did he know that both the Noolans and Whos were going to hear some shocking news from each other the next day…

And realize that Whoville was in more danger than it had ever been before.

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**A/N: Well, Rudy's meeting with Cathy went smoothly enough, but Jojo and Harlin didn't exactly get off on the right foot at first, huh? At least they're friends now! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Oh, and for everyone who reads my fic Silence and Song, I HAVE NOT ABANDONED IT! I would of updated it MUCH sooner (and this too!) but my computer was being dumb and wouldn't let me upload documents, but now I AM BACK, FINALLY! Remember to review!**


	3. The Terrible Revelation

A/N: Well, here I am with the 3rd chapter of "To Them, We're the Specks

**A/N: Well, here I am with the 3****rd**** chapter of "To Them, We're the Specks!" And by the way, Harlin is intentionally like Ned. This is where the Whos and Noolans finally tell each other the news…but there's a big problem. What exactly is the problem? Read and find out! **

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The next morning at 9:00, Jojo woke up tired (as usual), but strangely exhilarated at the same time. He pondered for a minute the reasoning for that. Then he remembered. The clover!

Jojo picked up the gray clover off his bedside table and called to the dust speck. "Harlin? Harlin, are you there?"

A small yelp of surprise came from the clover before words were spoken. "Jojo!" Harlin said, a little shocked. "You startled me! I was just walking out of the house and I nearly fell over!"

"Sorry." Jojo apologized.

"Have you told everyone up there in…uh…"

"Whoville."

"Right, Whoville," Harlin said thankfully, "about us?"

"Harlin?" another voice suddenly spoke from the clover before Jojo could answer. "What are you doing?"

A metal clanking sounded as Harlin grabbed the horn. "Oh, uh, nothing Mom!" he said nervously, trying to hide the fact that he had been talking to it. "It's just…" Harlin paused, trying to quickly come up with an explanation, "this horn is so _shiny_ today, don't you think?"

Above, Jojo couldn't help chuckling in his head. _Sounds like Dad_ he thought.

"Maybe it's just the sun," Harlin's mom said gently. "Maybe that's why you think it's so…" she broke off, placing her blue-furred hand on her son's forehead. "Are you feeling alright Harlin?"

Harlin nodded rapidly. "Oh sure, fine, never been better!" he said very quickly, forcing a smile on his face.

"Okay," his mom said with a smile as she walked back into the house. "Have fun Harlin!"

The young Toko breathed a sigh of relief, then turned back to the horn after making sure no one was looking.

"Jojo? It's safe to talk now."

"Okay Harlin," Jojo said. "And to answer your question, no I haven't told them yet. I'm going to though."

"I'm…kind of afraid of telling them," Harlin admitted to his friend with a sigh. "I mean, just because my Dad's the Mayor doesn't mean – "

"Your dad's the Mayor too?!" Jojo asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Harlin said with a note of bitterness in his voice. "It's not really all it's cracked up to be. I'm the oldest so – "

"Your dad wants you to be Mayor."

"Right, and I – "

"Don't want to be Mayor," Jojo finished for him.

Harlin's jaw dropped. "How did you know?"

"The same thing happened to me," Jojo explained. "It wasn't until two weeks ago that my dad finally realized I wanted to be an inventor and a musician."

"That's about the time we had those huge earthquakes!" Harlin exclaimed. "And that weird snowfall."

"Whoville's a speck remember?" Jojo said to his friend, "It happened here too! That was when we first found out we were living on a speck."

"Jojo! Someone wants to talk to you!" Jojo's dad said suddenly as he walked into the room.

Jojo, startled, said a quick "Bye," to Harlin before turning up toward his dad. "Who wants to talk to me?"

"Vulture Vlad," his dad said. "He's carrying Whoville to the center of the jungle because he says there's something important going on.

Jojo ran out toward the balcony and he could already tell that they were being carried off. The wind blew someone strongly, but not too strong. It seemed like everyone in Whoville was waiting to hear something.

Jojo saw the horn sticking out of the balcony's drainpipe and called through it. "Vlad?"

"Ah, Jojo!" Vlad's voice called back through the horn. "I'm taking you to the center of Nool. Your kangaroo friend, Rudy, says he has something important to say to all of you, and us Noolans as well."

"Well," Jojo faltered for a minute, holding the clover tightly. "I have something important to say to everyone too."

Every single one of the Whos turned toward the balcony to stare at Jojo, but only the Mayor noticed the small gray clover that his son was carrying.

"Can you tell us Jojo?" one of the Whos in the crowd asked.

"Not yet."

"When?"

"Right now!" Vlad spoke from the horn. The wind finally had started to settle down in Whoville, and the Whos could here several of the Noolans – Horton included, talking excitedly to one another. Then one voice in particular sounded from the horn.

"Jojo?"

"Rudy?"

"I have something important to tell you!" Rudy and Jojo said at exactly the same time. The two of them laughed.

"You can go first Jojo," Rudy said modestly.

"Are you sure Rudy?" Jojo asked.

"Of course he's sure!" Horton insisted. "What's the big news?"

All the Whos looked up at Jojo, making him feel a little nervous, but he managed to speak.

"Everyone," Jojo announced, clearing his throat, "two weeks ago we found out that we were living on a speck in the Jungle of Nool. Well, we aren't alone on our speck anymore." He held up the clover for everyone to see. "There are people on a dust speck on this clover."

Murmurs of excitement and confusion rose among the Whos and Noolans as they looked up at Jojo questioningly.

Jojo took a deep breath and spoke to the clover. "Harlin," he announced, making his voice louder, "I have everyone in Whoville and some of our friends up in Nool listening. Are you there?" He held up the clover to the horn.

"Yeah I'm here!" Harlin called as all the Whos and Noolans gasped. "Can everyone there here me?"

"We sure can!" Horton said, amazement evident in his voice. "Hey down there Harlin!"

"That's Horton the elephant," Jojo explained to Harlin.

"You mean the one who helped you find out that your world was a speck?" Harlin asked.

"That's me!" Horton said proudly.

After about a minute of chatting with Harlin, a voice came from the horn. "I think Rudy would like to share his news now," Kangaroo said patiently.

Everyone paid attention now, waiting to hear Rudy's news.

"Okay," Rudy said, "you guys are probably going to be surprised." In Nool, he hopped over to the horn plant and waited until everyone was assembled around it. "Can you hear me Cathy?"

"Yeah Rudy! Don't worry, I have really good hearing!" a voice spoke from the horn plant, making all the Noolans gasp in shock.

"Wait a minute," Morton said slowly, darting to the horn plant and looking up at the sky. "Does this mean…that we're living on a…a speck?"

Above Nool, Cathy nodded, brushing her black hair out of her face as her green eyes peered at the sunflower. "Yeah, you're on a speck."

"_We're_ living on a speck?!" Horton gasped, a smile creeping onto his face. "I was right after all!" Horton began to do an excited dance.

"But…" Jojo paused, realizing that something was wrong here. "Then that would mean Whoville…"

"Is a speck that's on a speck," his dad continued for him.

"And Tokohar's a speck…on a speck…on a speck…" Harlin added slowly, starting to feel faint again. All this speck stuff was making his head spin.

"This is getting confusing guys," Cathy said, her head spinning too.

"Yeah," Rudy agreed, but it's amazing!"

"No," a voice spoke up, "it's terrible!"

Cathy looked at the sunflower, the Noolans looked at the clover, Harlin looked at his horn, and the Whos looked at the one Who in the crowd that had spoken. It was Dr. Larue.

"What do you mean, Dr. Larue?" the Mayor asked nervously.

"Don't you all understand what's going on?" Dr. Larue said, an anxious, almost frightened look on her face. Not a good sign. "We just found out that the Jungle of Nool is a speck! This means that Nool – in fact, all of us," she continued, everyone staring at her with increasing unease, "will experience unexplicable tremors, dramatic changes in the weather, and if we didn't eventually achieve some sort of stability, all three of our worlds would be…destroyed!"

"Destroyed?" Cathy exclaimed.

"Destroyed?!" Harlin gasped, feeling like he was about to faint.

"DESTROYED?!" the Noolans and Whos shouted in fear and panic.

Utter chaos followed. The Noolans hid under trees or in bushes. The Whos were sent into a frenzy, screaming about the end of the world, looking upward as if giant fireballs would fall on them any second.

Ned, with a panicked look from Jojo, muttered "Destroyed! Oh, destroyed!" and fainted.

"Dad!" Jojo exclaimed, quickly getting a glass of water and throwing it on his dad's face.

Ned came out of his fainting spell just as Sally and what seemed like all 96 of his daughters ran up, hugging him.

"Sally," Ned said weakly as his wife embraced him, "Get…get everyone into the underground storage area. Make sure they're safe."

"I will," Sally said gently, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek. "Be careful Ned."

"I will."

Sally gave her husband a small smile as she started to lead her daughters into the house. "Come on Jojo," she said softly.

Jojo shook his head. "Not yet. I want to make sure Dad's okay."

Giving Jojo a grateful smile, Sally left to make sure her daughters were safe.

Ned lifted his head and smiled at his son. "Thanks Jojo."

Jojo smiled back. "No problem Dad."

Ned steadied himself to sit up as he hugged his son, stroking his black hair like he used to when Jojo had nightmares.

Only this time, the nightmare was real.

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**A/N: Uh oh! Looks like bad news for the Noolans, Whos, and Tokos! Yeah, I had to put a little Ned and Jojo bonding in there! See you next chapter! Read and review! **


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